While Yin just doesn't talk in much general, she might be able to at least understand where the sentiment comes from. It's easier to have these conversations with Waver - he doesn't pry, and she never has to explain anything unless she wants to.

She files away all the information Waver gives her. She could never tell what information might come in handy later, and maybe she could find someone else to ask the same questions to and get their opinion, in the event it was different from Waver's.

Yin wonders, just for a brief second - go home, or help? - which is she? Does she have to decide? Left to her own devices she would just do what someone else told her to. Given a real choice, though, she isn't sure. She's not used to choices, so sometimes making them is hard.

"People here can lead different lives? Do you forget yourself?" Yin knew one thing - she did not want that. She feels it, strongly. It's a passion she hasn't felt in ten very long years - something distinct and sure, even if it doesn't show on her face, still can't be heard in her voice. The fact she asks might indicate some serious concern.